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[Farewel, my little charming Boy!]
Farewel, my little charming Boy!
Farewel, my fond delight,
My dear Instructer all the day,
My soft repose at night.
Thou, whom my Soul has so carest,
And my poor Heart has held so fast,
Thou never left me in my pain,
Nor in my happier hours;
Thou eas'd me when I did complain,
And dry'd my falling showrs.
When Silvia frown'd still thou woud'st smile,
And all my Cares and Griefs beguile.
Farewel, my fond delight,
My dear Instructer all the day,
My soft repose at night.
Thou, whom my Soul has so carest,
And my poor Heart has held so fast,
Thou never left me in my pain,
Nor in my happier hours;
Thou eas'd me when I did complain,
And dry'd my falling showrs.
When Silvia frown'd still thou woud'st smile,
And all my Cares and Griefs beguile.
But Silvia's gone, and I have torn
Her Witchcrafts from my Heart;
And nobly fortify'd by scorn
Her Empire will subvert;
Thy Laws establish'd there destroy,
And bid adieu to the dear charming Boy.
Her Witchcrafts from my Heart;
And nobly fortify'd by scorn
Her Empire will subvert;
Thy Laws establish'd there destroy,
And bid adieu to the dear charming Boy.
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